When he promised not to tell no matter what, I told him about my problem not being able to cum unless I was being fucked. He tried to not act surpris...ed, and asked if I was doing it with other k**s in school. I told him no. I liked being with adults. He asked if i really couldn't cum unless I was being fucked and I said yes. I told him when someone fucks me its like they are doing me a favor so I could cum. He asked if I ever have a problem finding someone to help out. I said I had a. Stories of pain, pleasure, desire, hurt, lust, excitement. Who could possibly read this and not want to know what that pussy smells like? What that pussy taste like? What that pussy sounds like when it gets fucked? When it gets licked? When it cums? When it cums? When it cums? I asked if she was a squirter. Some smart ass response I'm sure was given. That's who she is, a fucking ball buster. Lamo! Enough backstory for now, you already know because you were there.So this meatyor shower is. I want to see if Uncle Bunny can do anything to help them out." My dad looked over at me for a minute, before making a right turn at the next corner, and heading over to Uncle Bunny's office. When we got there, both of us went inside. Uncle Bunny's secretary waved us right into his office, as soon as we came through the front door. When he saw us, Uncle Bunny stood up from behind his desk and approached us with a questioning smile on his face."Tommy and Kenny. What can I do for you two today?". The relief comes again. My arm is lowered. The stress on my shouldereases. It feels so good."You going to be a good girl?"I think about killing them. How would Pie do that exactly? What powerdoes she have? For some reason, I don't think Pie would be in my place."Yes, yes, whatever you want, yes."I start crying again. Fuck! These hormones are just too much. I don'twant to cry in front of these assholes, yet I am. Such a blubberingsissy I've become."Don't cry, sissy, you'll have fun! I.